I lose my writing now and then, feeling almost wordless, if that makes sense. Sometimes it is just life, something causing struggle, or even the distractions of joy, like the birth of my granddaughter a week ago today. That took my full attention and I think she inspired me.

I woke up at about 3:20 a.m. two days later with only the words “grace on the wind” in my head. I laid there dozing in and out, writing words, and finally went back to sleep. When I got up, the phrase returned, I wrote it down, I prayed, I typed. It may not mean to you what it means to me but I cried as I typed it. Grace has been on my mind a lot lately.

Grace in the Breeze

Grace.
Beautifully mysterious.
Mysteriously beautiful.
Wrapped in the laughter of a child,
the breath of new life,
the joy of a kindness,
and present with the tears
that inevitably flow,
beside us
at the last breath of life.

It floats upon the breeze
in these days of ours.
Close your eyes.
Can you feel it?
It wraps itself around us
like a cool breeze
on a warm summer day
or the warmth of a fire
on a cool winter night.
It feels so good.

Grace.
With us
in the loneliest rooms,
holding our hand
in the darkest nights,
drying our tears
when we don’t understand,
embracing us quietly
in the craziness of this world.

Powerful and soft.
Strong and gentle.
Unacknowledged,
unrecognized at times,
but ever present
and everlasting.
Regardless.
Without discrimination.
Without judgment or forethought.
Because after all,
it was created just for you.
For me.
Whoever we are.
Wherever we are.
Always.

It’s floating in the breeze.
Can you feel it?

Tracey
@traceyrice2022